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Viking Rites [MultiFormat]
eBook by Maria Isabel Pita
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eBook Category: Erotica/Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: Carmen Palacios is a beautiful Cuban girl living in Miami, where passions are often as hot and dangerous as the weather, and one night she finds herself in serious trouble. An off-duty police officer, William Reed, appears just in time to rescue her, but she is feeling much more than gratitude when she gives herself to him. Carmen is also intensely drawn to another man she meets in her office. Jay Westgate is an environmental enforcement agent, and his behavior excites her like nothing else ever has as he lures her into the dangerously exciting world of bondage and domination. Meanwhile, she has always secretly been attracted to her handsome married boss, but now the authority in his voice when he tells her what to do excites her so much that Mike begins to notice? The sudden dangerous intensity of her sex life stuns Carmen. And as if the discovery is somehow mysteriously related to the increasingly vulnerable positions she finds herself in, she becomes obsessed with news of a recently unearthed Viking grave containing the shockingly positioned skeleton of a young woman. Legend has it that the dead warrior's closest friends all possessed her as part of a sinister burial rite ... a legend that turns Carmen on so much, it seduces the three men around her into daring to fulfill her darkest fantasy...
eBook Publisher: Magic Carpet Books, Published: 2001, 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2007
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [661 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [230 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [205 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [202 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [253 KB], hiebook (KML) [532 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [256 KB], iSilo (PDB) [187 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [235 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [311 KB]
Words: 69292
Reading time: 197-277 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 0977187616
 
"If you're looking for supernatural thrills combined with kinky sex, Maria Isabel Pita's Viking Rites has the perfect blend. It's an utterly enthralling read, concerning secretary Carmen, who finds herself torn between three very attractive men, all of whom bring out her submissive side. However, there seems to be some strange link between what's happening in her sex life and the discovery of a Viking grave containing the bones of a slave girl. Carmen begins to believe she is somehow the reincarnation of this girl, who took part in a bizarre sex ritual involving three dominant men, and that she is destined to live out this ritual with the aid of her three lovers. Intelligently written and with some very sexy set-pieces, this tale of emotional, physical and spiritual possession will grip you right to the end."--For Women Magazine
"Viking Rites is a refreshingly different take on SM pleasures. Maria Isabel Pita examines the theme of possession in all its forms--sexual, emotional and ghostly--while creating a believable heroine trying to cope with the new and exciting desires the differing men in her life arouse in her."--
She showers and dries her hair. By now it is after six o'clock, and the phone still hasn't rung. Stubbornly optimistic, she puts on a little make-up then studies her naked body in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door. Her legs are long and beautifully shaped, and the gentle hourglass curve of her waist and hips is a sexy, inviting compliment to her well-exercised slenderness. Her breasts are very generous handfuls, and instead of sagging with age will only grow fuller, which is a consolation. She smiles at herself, then slips into a sleeveless, thigh-length white dress, in which she looks both innocent and sexy, and white high-heeled sandals, after which she joins Sage on the black leather couch. She turns on the television, even though she knows there isn't much to watch at this hour. They are playing Rap videos on all the music channels, so she settles for CNN Headline News. With the volume turned down low, world events flow across the large screen as unreal as reflections in a stagnant pool. Kittens crawl over her sandals, and then try climbing her legs. She scoops them up onto her lap, and they promptly decorate her dress with gold and black hairs as their mother watches approvingly. When Carmen looks up again, an ancient skeleton lying in a bed of black earth consumes the TV screen. Red and gold artifacts glimmer around the bones, those of a young woman who apparently formed part of a Viking warrior's possessions. Her stomach rumbles hungrily as the station abruptly cuts to a car commercial. Two hours, and countless murders, robberies and small wars later, she gently lifts sleeping kittens off her lap to turn off the television. She is starving, but too full of restless disappointment to stay home and cook. It is nine o'clock. Jay Westgate obviously changed his mind about taking her out to dinner. She throws some credit cards along with a tube of lipstick into a small white purse, snatches up her keys, and slams the front door behind her. She heads east towards Miracle Mile, crosses the invisible border between Coral Gables and Miami, and decides to drive into Coconut Grove. She has never had dinner by herself in public, but Jay Westgate has so thoroughly humiliated her already, she might as well go all the way. She was looking forward to his phone call with such wholehearted excitement that the vacuum created by his silence has left her feeling strangely weightless. It doesn't seem completely real that she is driving through the night with no real purpose except to satisfy her body's hunger. She always forgets how hard it is to park around Coco Walk, even on a weeknight. She is wasting money by eating out, so she defies the parking garages and finds a spot on a dark road off Main Street. She hesitates before getting out of the car, but she has come too far to turn back now. Walking as fast as she can in her high heels, she passes a deserted baseball diamond on her right. On her left, glass glimmers beneath a streetlight like a faraway galaxy on the black asphalt of the road. She is stepping carefully around the shards in her sandals when two silhouettes suddenly flow out of nowhere and grab both her arms. A male voice with a thick Spanish accent whispers, 'If you scream, we hurt you!' "No tengas miedo, linda,' his companion adds more gently, but his hold on her is just as painful. Carmen feels herself floating across the street between them like her own ghost. She tells herself this is only a nightmare, but then her toes scrape against gravel and she knows her eyes are open because they fill with tears. Her captors kick open a black wrought iron gate and swiftly drag her across a neatly mowed lawn crowded with trees into the shadow of a building, which seems to fall over her mind. All she's aware of is a dark stained-glass window broken up by black branches above her, and of her soul screaming a wordless prayer. Then the ache in her arms seeps through her numbness, forcing her to accept the impossible--that she's in the grip of mindless animals to whom she is nothing but fresh meat--and her survival instincts literally kick in as she begins struggling and lashing out with her legs. The heel of her sandal makes vicious contact with a shinbone, but all it gets her is an angry groan, and a stab of pain in her shoulder as he yanks her more firmly against him. She tries to bring her knee up between his legs, and failing, between his companion's, but that doesn't get her anywhere either. They both let go of her suddenly and shove her down onto the ground. She lands hard on her ass between gnarled tree roots that look just like demonic fingers to her, yet she can't scream because the impact knocked the breath out of her. 'No!' she gasps. 'No! No!' Bending over her, one of them grabs her wrists and forces her to lie down by pulling her arms up behind her. She feels him kneeling there, pinning her arms down, and starts kicking out with her legs again. It is so dark beneath the tree she can't really see anything. It's as if she is lying at the bottom of the sea struggling to make it back to the surface, to light and life. "Estate quieta, coņo!' "If you keep resisting, he'll cut you,' the one behind her warns, and her whole body stiffens. She has no choice. She has to let her legs be spread open. She has to allow a terrifying shadow that embodies death and disease kneel between her thighs, and tug her dress up out of the way. Then the rough feel of dirt beneath her soft white panties buries her hopes of escaping this nightmare. It tells her she is just one more body to the earth, and that there is no God... The silhouette between her legs rises over her with eerie smoothness, and dives away from her headfirst just like an evil spirit in a movie suddenly called back into its grave. "Carajo!' the one behind her yells, and she listens to him crashing away between the leaves before she grasps the fact that her arms are no longer pinned down. She immediately sits up with the intention of running, but all she can manage is falling forward onto her hands and knees, and then sitting back on her heels. It takes Carmen a few stunned moments to distinguish the breathless thudding sounds she is hearing from the pounding of her own heart. Finally, her brain registers the fact that an even taller silhouette is fighting the one of her would-be rapist, or rather, beating it straight down into the ground. It is such a terribly wonderful sight that she doesn't even cringe when this miraculous portion of the night turns in her direction, and falls to its knees before her. A man's breathless voice asks in English, 'Did they hurt you?!' She can't seem to find her own voice to answer him. "Talk to me, honey.' Warm, and slightly rough hands cup her face, smoothing her hair back out of her eyes. It doesn't help her see more clearly, but as his hands move gently down to her throat, they seem to find her voice. 'I'm all right,' she whispers. "Are you sure?' His hands pass lightly over her breasts, and then travel slowly down her body. 'It's not torn...' He seems to be talking to himself. Bracing herself on his broad shoulders, she lifts herself up just far enough to wrap her arms around his neck. He is a lean, hard wall protecting her from any other menaces the darkness might hold. Which is why it is perfectly all right with her when his hands slip up into her dress, because she knows he is simply making sure she isn't hurt. His fingers linger, carefully assessing her condition, and suddenly realizing that he saved her life gives her such a profound thrill that she shudders in his arms. "It's okay,' he murmurs, 'you're safe now.' She shifts her hips, encouraging his hand to check where it really counts, and he does a thorough job of making sure her pantie is still smooth and intact, during which she experiences the breathless joy of being alive and unharmed. "Can you walk?' he asks, gently smoothing her dress down around her thighs again. "Oh, yes,' she assures him, only to discover that her legs won't cooperate and she needs his help just to stand up. She isn't conscious of falling, only of his arms catching her. * * * *Blue lights flicker across the squad car like heat lightning, sympathizing with her pulse, which refuses to slow down, and reflect her shocked mental synapses, making it even harder for her to think straight, which at the moment is a blessing. The officer who just took her statement remarks, 'You were very lucky, miss.'His small hard features, contrasted by a sagging belly, aren't very sympathetic. 'Damned lucky.' "I think she knows that,' the man who rescued her replies tersely. The restless blue waves of light wash over individual faces in the crowd that has gathered around the police car, the intangible tide of its curiosity held effortlessly at bay by another uniformed officer. "It's too bad the other prick got away, but it's a good thing for her you just happened to be around, Reed. It's enough to make me believe in guardian angels.' "Are you finished?' "Yeah, I'm finished with her.' "Then I'll take her home.' His tone softens, 'Come on, Carmen, let's get out of here.' She willingly lets herself be led away by the strong current of his kindness. Until they turn onto the street where she was nearly raped, then she stops dead. "It's okay, Carmen, I'm with you now, no one's going to hurt you.' "How did you ... "' "I live around here.' He somehow grasps what she is trying to ask him. 'I was on my way to grab a bite to eat. Fortunately, I was off duty tonight.' "Off duty?' "I'm a police officer, Carmen. I'll see to it you get home safely.' Still she hesitates. He slips his hand into hers. 'Come on,' he urges, and starts ahead of her down the street, past the galaxy of broken glass where she was almost thrust into another, terrible world. "This is my car,' she says faintly. "I'll drive. I assume your keys are in here?' She realizes he's still holding her purse; she had forgotten all about it. "Yes,' she says, and disbelief hits her like a fist. 'I can't believe this! An off duty policeman just happened to be walking down the street exactly when I needed him?' Her dry laugh hurts like a cough. 'I thought things like that only happened in the movies!' "That's usually the case,' he replies, 'a lot of other women haven't been so lucky.' He unlocks the passenger door for her, and she can't seem to breathe until he slips in beside her. His silver bracelet glimmers in the corner of her eye as he thrusts the key into the ignition. "Thank you,' she whispers. The engine purrs to life. "Thank you,' she repeats fervently. He stares steadily back at her. 'It's all right now.' She looks away shyly, because she hadn't really noticed until that moment how handsome he is. He accelerates down the street. 'Where do you live, Carmen?' "In Coral Gables, between Miracle Mile and Lejeune, just off Ponce. I'll tell you where to turn.' "Got it.' "You must be starving,' she comments after a moment, remembering he said he was on his way to dinner when he stopped to save her life. "Rescuing a beautiful woman from a fate worse than death does rather stimulate the appetite,' he admits. She wants only two things in the world right now: to be home safe, and not to let him out of her sight. 'I have some chicken breasts in the freezer, and lots of wine,' she offers hopefully. 'Would you like to have dinner with me?'They are traveling down 32nd Avenue towards U.S.1 with a complete disregard for the speed limit, which she supposes is natural with cops. "How about if we stop somewhere? I can't imagine you feel like cooking right now.' "No, please, I want to go home.' He glances at her. 'Okay, I understand.' She isn't sure whether or not he has accepted her invitation, but decides to assume he has because the hope sustains her. He manages to find a parking spot just a few yards from her building. She quickly gets out of the car before he can open the door for her; to show him she is feeling better. The sky is perfectly clear and yet lightning is flashing silently on the horizon. He hands her back her keys, then her purse, and asks very seriously, 'Are you sure you want me to come in, Carmen?' "Yes, please.' Large terracotta urns sit on either side of an archway leading into the central courtyard. She caresses wind--blown strands of hair out of her eyes as they enter the shelter of the building, and smiles tentatively back at him before starting up a narrow stairway. Her apartment is on the top floor. Her kittens are awake again and wreaking adorable havoc. In the time she was gone, they managed to knock over a plant and spill an impressive amount of dirt across the carpet. Sage promptly leaves a possessive sprinkling of white hairs on Officer Reed's black jeans as she purrs passionately around his ankles. He closes the door behind him, and lifts her obligingly up into his arms. Carmen sets her purse and keys down on a wooden desk in the corner, then turns to face his tall, black-clad form standing in her small living room. "She's a beautiful animal,' he remarks, and Sage pours out of his arms like rich cream. 'Look, Carmen, I think you should take a long hot shower then go to bed. You don't have to cook us dinner. I'll leave now.' She grips the edge of the desk behind her with both hands. 'But I don't even know your name.' She hadn't even thought to ask him! "William Reed, but please, call me Will.' "Will.' She wants to offer him something. 'Will...' She just stares at him. He glances around the room, and spots her modest wine rack. Without asking her permission, he slips out a bottle, shoves it between his thighs, thrusts in the corkscrew, and pops out the cork. 'You need a drink,' he informs her, setting the bottle down on her café-style marble table before walking into her kitchen, where he finds a pair of wineglasses without even turning on the light. They chime against the stone, and she gravitates towards him as he fills them. "I know, I know,' he says lightly, 'you're supposed to leave room to swirl the wine around and savor the bouquet,' he hands her one of the glasses, 'but tonight, I say to hell with it.' His dark-blond hair is cut so short it makes her think of gold glimmering in sediment. "Thank you.' She takes a long, grateful swig of the California Merlot. 'I can't seem to stop thanking you.' "I don't mind.' His light-blue stare is so clear; all she can see in it is the fact that he saved her life. She takes the glass from him, sets it back down on the table along with hers, and walks into his arms. It has been a long time since she kissed a man so soon after meeting him, and the pure intensity of the experience is overwhelming. After a few minutes, as irresistibly as a dangerous undertow, he pushes her back against a wall. Cradling her face in both hands he gently parts her lips with his right thumb and slips it into her mouth. Moaning softly around it she sucks on his slightly rough and salty skin with a hunger that deepens almost painfully as he holds her eyes, intent on observing her expression as his other hand slowly raises her dress. Apparently the way she looks at him gives him the green light, because he empties her mouth and whips the dress off over her head. Then he falls to one knee before her and quickly pulls her panties down to her ankles. She steps out of them even as she takes a breath to protest. He is moving too fast, yet her reflexes feel strangely drugged, unable to resist him, and she says nothing. He straightens up, snaps her bra open in front, peels it off her, and tosses it away. He starts kissing her again then, possessing her mouth gently and gradually. Moaning, she grips the shirt over his chest. Part of her wants to pull him into her, his tongue, his cock, all of him. Another part of her wants to be safe and to be able to push him away. She is completely exposed and vulnerable, yet his hands cup her face and ignore her body as he concentrates on gently biting her lips and teasing the tip of her tongue with his. He kisses her with such breathtaking skill that he meets with no resistance when he suddenly thrusts his hand between her thighs and slips two of his fingers into her tight wet pussy. He withdraws them, and pushes them back in, flicking them roughly back and forth deep inside her. She wraps her arms around his neck and holds on to him as she did in the churchyard, because she can't remember a man's hand ever feeling so good. 'Stop,' she begs, even though it's too late and she'll never be able to resist him now. He takes her firmly by the arm and leads her over to the desk. She forces herself to ask, 'Do you have a condom?' He doesn't answer. He shoves her purse aside, grabs her by the waist, and lifts her up onto the wooden surface. Then he pushes his jeans and his underpants down just far enough to free his erection, and it promises not to leave any room inside her for fear. She eagerly shoves his shirt up out of her way to caress his hard, hairless chest, and then pushes him away. 'No, Will, not without protection.' He heaves an impatient sigh, 'I don't have one on me.' "I think I have some in the top drawer of my nightstand.' It isn't easy for him to get his tight jeans back up over his rigid penis, but he manages. 'I'll get one,' he says, and walks stiffly into her dark bedroom. Feeling nothing as she waits for him to return, Carmen watches her kittens playing around her answering machine. Vaguely, she realizes its red light is pulsing with a message just as Buffy pounces on it. "Hello, Carmen, I'm sorry to call you so late,' Jay Westgate's relaxed and confident voice fills the small room, "but I've had one situation after another today.'He pauses. "I guess you got tired of waiting.' Will pauses in the doorway. "I really wanted to see you tonight, Carmen. I'll call you in the morning at the office ... Goodnight.' "Your boyfriend?' Will asks. "No,' she can't bring herself to lie to him, 'I only met him this morning.' He pockets the condom, zips up his jeans, and walks over to her phone. 'What's the address here?' She gives it to him. While he orders a cab, she slips off the desk and picks her dress up off the floor. He slams the receiver down. 'I'm really sorry about this, Carmen, I hope you can forgive me.' "This wasn't your fault, Will, I--' "Yes, it was. I know you probably don't trust me anymore, but I'd like to see you again. Would you consider giving me your number?' "Of course.' She drops the dress and quickly scribbles it on a message pad she keeps by the phone. For the second time that day she hands a man a pink slip with her phone number on it. He pockets it, raises her chin with one finger, and very effectively punishes her for making him leave with another exquisitely slow, lingering kiss. Then he leaves. "Damn!' she exclaims, stamping her foot, and Sage purrs consolingly around her ankles.
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